Zeitgeist (Non-Album Track)

Flung high The salutations The deep curse And the shudders closed The spring house In the making A good house Of the many stones In my soul And fears I don't know I hear there's a march We should go lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find Unveil On the rising The paramount Of the eyes of kings As you saw What I'm seeing You thaw From the fires There's pace In your game And wake In you strays I ache from the center rounds Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find Lost on this road Are there any real Souls Don't hear what I hear Don't see what I see Don't leave what I must Leave behind Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find This stop I am hunger The deep well Of a stranger hell And this hearts A lonely hunter now I'm lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find I'm lost on this road Are there any real Souls Are there any real souls To find